Sorority of the wise, maids, mothers and crones Inquisitorial sadist lords, torturing at the behest of celibates
Hanging in his dungeons, hands tied behind our backs Humiliated, death is welcome, end our pain Henbane vapors, traversing dark spheres Take solace from suffering of the hanging God
Tell me do you poison the wells from which we drink? Do you murder our children at sabbaths above in the high places?
Your mind is closed and you will never understand What we do at our sabbaths is none of your concern Hanging in his dungeons, hands tied behind our backs Humiliated, death is welcome, end our pain
Sado maso, dances of the sexes, stage set for strappado When the curtain drops, who will be left?
You make conspiracies, with your cult of women You bring plague upon us, in the filth of leprosy
Take solace from the suffering of the hanging God Whereas we are the hanger of Gods and greater things
Your preoccupied with paranoia, your time will pass she'll breathe again Sado maso, when the curtain drops, who will be left?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
